It depends on the manner in which you construe the meaning of “contraption” here.
For example: google.com/search?tbm=bks&h … ontraption
From my frame of mind, “I” is an existential contraption in that it is pieced together from day to day based on the accumulation of hundreds and thousands of unique and personal experiences, relationships and access to ideas that you made contact with. It is contrived – constructed, deconstructed, reconstructed – out of all of these variables in a world awash in contingency, chance and change.
It is also deemed an intellectual contraption by me because many piece together a sense of self out of the meaning that they impart to a particular collection of words they use to descibe themselves.
Now, some will argue that the human brain is one of nature’s own contraptions. It is extremely complicated and put together in a way that we have barely scratched the surface in exploring.
Also, a contraption able to actually invent the word “contraption” and then squabble over what it is said to really mean.
All the while [some insist] having no actual capacity to do so freely. I “chose” to use the word contraption the way I do here because I was never able not to.
On the other hand, the manner in which I do “choose” to use it here…what does that have to do with the behaviors of otters?
What do otters know of dasein, conflicting goods and political economy?
I’m at a loss to understand your point about them.
You act as though I were trying to reconfigue the word “contraption” into this…thing. As though I can take it out of my pocket and say, “look everyone, a contraption”.
Schizophrenia might be thought of as one of the mental illness “contraptions” the brain is able engender in any particular mind. A classic example of how the brain itself takes charge of “I” and chemically, neurologically compels it to think and feel and say and do any number of things it would never have chosen before the illness took root.
Unless of course even a disease free mind itself is doing only what nature compels it to do.
No, in my world, “I” struggle to understand the extent to which I can ever really be certain of any of this. There are relationships that appear to true objectively for all of us. Relationships that appear to be entirely correlated year in and year out such that most of us speak of them as inhabiting the “either/or” world.
What I then ponder is whether in a determined universe even the is/ought world is just another manifestation of the either/or world.
So, is this or is this not just psycho-babble? Have you “captured” me here? Maybe.
But my concern with the people at Huntsville is the same as my concern with the people here: the extent to which they are themselves able to make that crucial distinction between what they believe is true or think they know “in their head” and what they are able to demonstrate that all rational men and women are obligated to believe and know.
There are “the facts” about any particular execution. There is the fact of the execution itself. But what are the facts when the discussion shifts to capital punishment as a value judgment.
That is when I tumble down into my hole. Why? Because given how I have come to understand the meaning of dasein, conflicting goods and political economy, it makes sense to.
But: How I have come to understand them is no less an existential contraption. I have no way myself in which to demonstrate that others ought to share my point of view.
As near as I can figure myself out here [re motivation and intention] it somehow revolves around this:
“He was like a man who wanted to change all; and could not; so burned with his impotence; and had only me, an infinitely small microcosm to convert or detest.” John Fowles
But how would I even begin to go back over the course of my actual lived life and piece together all of the thousands upon thousands of existential variables that predisposed me here and now to note that?
It’s like that scene from sex, lies and videotape…
Ann: I just wanna ask a few questions, like why do you tape women talkin’ about sex? Why do you do that? Can you tell me why?
Graham: I don’t find turning the tables very interesting.
Ann: Well, I do. Tell me why, Graham.
Graham: Why? What? What? What do you want me to tell you? Why? Ann, you don’t even know who I am. You don’t have the slightest idea who I am. Am I supposed to recount all the points in my life leading up to this moment and just hope that it’s coherent, that it makes some sort of sense to you? It doesn’t make any sense to me. You know, I was there. I don’t have the slightest idea why I am who I am, and I’m supposed to be able to explain it to you?
I’m basically Graham here.
And I suspect that any number of folks react to my frame of mind here as they do because they suspect that I seem to be suggesting that they are too.